This is a song about "Mad skills"

I know he lost his mind, but skills?

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

My artist skills are fading,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

Kid who always looks mad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Criticism doesn't make him mad

It's all good, finna dog that

All i need is the notepad

Let the beat spin like mad

For all the rappers and skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

While scheming on hits